Microfiction

Cui Bono
“This heist won’t work.” By Fredrick’s estimation, the look of bewilderment painting the face of the priest across the dingy tavern table didn’t make his statement any less untrue. To avoid his partner Grander’s inevitable stomp, Fredrick kicked his boots onto the table.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
The Duelist. Top Story - November 2025.
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Layer of Permission
The first thing Mara noticed was that no one ever said no anymore. They said not available, pending review, outside your tier, not at this time; you know when the words were polite. Bloodless. They floated past her like customer service ghosts.
By Cadmaabout a month ago in Fiction
Ghost Writer
You’ve likely heard of a ghostwriter; a writer hired to take another person’s ideas and write them into a book, for which the other person will receive credit. But, you haven’t likely heard of any ghost writer like this one.
By EFHLabout a month ago in Fiction
Vengeful Messenger
North Americans tend to think of mimicry as a capability unique to exotic birds of the parrot family. We even use the expression, “parroting,” to mean repeating what another person says. But many of us remain unaware that we have plenty of mimicking birds right in our own backyard–literally. A bird as ordinary to us as the crow can learn to mimic the words we use, even if they seldom need to in the wild. Crows are also very intelligent, and good at recognizing faces.
By EFHLabout a month ago in Fiction
Lurking Behind The Stars
For many who live on the planet Earth, one of the most mysterious and magnificent wonders of life is the sky; limitless, always changing, and filled with so many things that so many of us will never see.
By EFHLabout a month ago in Fiction
Lemonade Isn’t Meant for Wine Glasses
News flash, news flash! Come hear, one and all. For the upcoming spring and summer, you’ll want to be free to let loose and enjoy all the outdoor festivities. One thing, however, must be kept in mind. One thing must be known, above all else:
By Gabriel Shamesabout a month ago in Fiction
Memory Banks
"...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "Yes...wh...where am I?" "You're home." "What is my name?"
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a month ago in Fiction
People Watching
“Lovely day, isn’t it.” “You always say that.” “It’s always true.” “It’s raining.” “Yes. Life giving rain.” “Flood bringing rain. You’d know about that, wouldn’t you?”
By Bernadette Johnsonabout a month ago in Fiction
Ok fine...
“Why are you saying that? He hates you, and she hates you worse!” “But for what right? Did I ever do anything to them? What true cause did they have for hating me and for what? Breathing? Being alive? Seriously, did I ever embarrass them publicly just to be vindictive or mean, or did I just sit there still and silent? They made it into a public court record and spectacle.”
By Verna K Gundersonabout a month ago in Fiction
Ancestral Star Dust
“I remember you. Just barely though.” “And I remember you, my child. You were just a small thing when I left, ludic in beads in barrettes.”
By Paris Gilesabout a month ago in Fiction
You Promised This Would Be the Last Question
“You promised this would be the last question.” “I did.” “Then ask it.” “I already have.” “That wasn’t a question.” “It wasn’t?”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction